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“Jesus fucking christ-”
“Gah!” The little kid cries out in joy, hands reaching up towards him.
Tommy looks at the kid in horror, shaving himself against the wall as the little kid continues to stare him down. He had to flipping clue what was going on but he wanted no part of this. This was Techno’s problem to deal with.
The baby looked at him with wide sky blue as, before something seemed to settle in it’s mind and it began to waddle towards him on its two stubby feet.
“Woah-” Tommy leaned forward to catch the thing before it fell face forward onto the ground and broke its nose. Wait, can babies even break their noses? Are the noses breakable yet are they just invincible?
The baby continued to stare at him from where he was held in Tommy’s arms, slapping it’s hands onto Tommy’s own and giggling as it did so. The baby seemed fascinated by Tommy, or at the very least curious about him as it tugged on his sleeves and let out more sounds to grab the blonde’s attention.
Tommy frowned at the younger’s antics. He had come to the arctic because he wanted to borrow some things from Phil (He would never admit that he had nearly nothing useful to his name, most of the items being blown up in accidents from when he wandered the Esempee). But instead of finding the older man in his room as he usually was, he instead found a small toddler surrounded by shards of broken glass, giggling to itself about something that Tommy would probably never find out.
He doesn’t have a clue where the baby came from or even the slightest idea of why it was surrounded by broken shards. He would have thought Phil to be more responsible than to leave a baby in such a place where it could easily injure itself, but apparently not.
…Or maybe Phil wasn’t home the entire time and someone broke into his house and left a baby by accident while trying to steal some potions-?
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a tug on his blonde curls, the baby glaring up at him while babbling something incomprehensible.
Tommy just stared back in unamusemtn before he deadpanned, “You’re a fucking baby, I can’t understand what you’re trying to say, mate,”
That seemed to stump them , the bay looking down at their own hands before looking back up at Tommy with teary eyes. Tommy started to panic, not knowing how to deal with a crying child, “Wait, don’t cry mate! Shit, what the fuck do I do-”
He roamed around the room for a bit, digging through the chest, holding the crying baby against his hil with one hand. Tommy could feel his panic grow more and more with every passing second that the baby spent crying at the top of their lungs. What would Phil do, Tommy thought, What would that old bird do when a child was crying in his arms like a screaming banshee?
Tommy settled down in a chair and leaned the baby’s head against his shoulder, feeling the baby’s sloppy tears soak into his sweater. Tommy grimaced at the slimy feeling, but took a deep breath to calm his own nerves.
And then he sang.
He doesn't remember much from his one childhood, and even from what he could grasp at, there were never any moments he could call ‘family moments’. He had spent most of his life alone, a science experiment that was a miracle to the scientist who had created him. He was never human to any of them, just something to marvel at.
But Wilbur didn’t share that childhood, though he rarely talked about it.
When he did, Tommy would keep quiet and stare up at Wilbur with starry eyes as he recounted tales from when he was so young, he could barely walk on his two feets without falling flat on his face. He would talk about the adventures he and Techno would have in their backyard. The times that Wilbur would do something stupid and get hurt, like the time he climbled a tree to try and copy Techno only to end up breaking his own leg.
But the memory that Wilbur would talk about most fondly of are the times that when he would be unconsolable to anyone. Those times where he would screech at the top of his lungs and refuse to listen to anything anyone had to say.
“When that happened,” Wilbur would say, with a fond smile as Tommy leaned against him with curious eyes, “ Phil would lift me high up into his arms and carry me around the room, singing the same little tune. And every time, i would fall asleep in his arms like a baby, “
“What was the song that he’d sing?” Tommy would ask, tilting his head to the side as his curl feel into his face,”
Wilbur would chuckle before answering the question, “Its a really simple tune…It goes something like-”
“When the winter winds come to blow..” Tommy hummed, “Know that they won’t last forever..”
The baby cries lowered, pushing against his sweater more until it was comfortable, “They'll; hide within the stars, you’ll be be where you are,”
The cries shrink into sniffles and Tommy can’t help but smile in relief, “Here in my arms…”
“The night world can scare you at times,” He sings, standing up to roam around the room, still holding the child, “Zombies, creepers and spiders…”
“But they’ll all go to bed, you just rest your head,” The child eventually grows silent, soft snores echoing in the room and Tommy hums with a fond smile, “Here in my arms…”
He slumps into the chair in the room and sighs in relief. But as he feels his consciousness tug at him, he wonders if he should maybe go home and rest. Though, he quickly takes one look at the child in his arms and quickly changes his mind. It wouldn’t hurt anyone if he slept here for sometime, and he wouldn’t mind shanking anyone who said otherwise…